Maria Pt. 02

I wrote about Maria, her Aunt and Terry over two years ago and I think I posted somewhere I had two more chapters of her life written. Sadly, I lost them when I upgraded to 365, most certainly my fault, and lost interest in the rewrite.

I recently found chapter 2 and a good bit of chapter 3 on a data stick.

To the guy who sends me anonymous emails telling me my stuff is total crap, I know! But some people read my stuff, your emails just get sent to spam without a human eye even seeing them..

Poor English English, some English slang, i. e. a fanny where i come from is a pussy in the states. suspension of belief absolutely essential.

PS, Mike is based on a real character, he is gay but so are lots of other friends i have. he is a huge arshole so he isn't a friend

Maria.2

Three days later things had gone on really well. I had shared Maria's bed every night, but we had decided that the cellar was off-limits until the new boiler was installed commissioned and working. As far as installation work was concerned, I had regained some of my more youthful enthusiasm for work.

I had a big incentive to get this finished. I wanted to spend some time in the cellar with Mistress Maria. She on the other hand seemed to be slowing the job down at every available opportunity, that was getting worse.

Because of the dungeon in the cellar, it was impossible to run the pipework and more importantly the flue to the site I'd first wanted for the boiler. I had a contingency plan. I would put it up in the attic. Maria fancied having an attic conversion so she could have another bedroom.

Then on the third day when I stopped for lunch, we had our first row. I couldn't do anything right. I needed to spend a good half a day going to get the vertical flue parts. I'd said I would like to make it a round trip and drop in home to pick up my scaffold tower.

"You just can't wait to get away can you, she screamed at me. I replied if I wanted to go, I'd fuck off now."

"If you do that, I won't pay you."

"You ain't paying me, I'm doing it for you."

"I'm not a whore; I pay my way."

She stormed off in tears. Three hours later she hadn't come home. I went out to find her. She was outside the pub slumped over an outside bench. The Landlord came out and said she's been like that for two hours. One glass of wine and she is legless.

I went and got the van, managed to get her in the back then into the house, upstairs and into her bed. She was sick twice in the night I dare not leave her, I slept in a chair in her room I found a blanket to wrap up in but had to give her that after she was sick for the second time.

When she woke in the morning, she couldn't work out how she got here. I explained.

I found you outside the pub asleep on a bench and managed to get you home."

"You should have left me there. Mike was right I'm just an ugly fat dollop."

"You can cut that shit out, right now. Your beautiful, I've told you."

"Then why do you want to go. I want you to stay," she sobbed.

Maria, I want to stay. You're the best person I know, a soft silly tart but I want you to be mine"

"But your trying hard to get it finished so you can go."

No, no! You are a soppy tart; I'm trying to get it finished so we can go back to the cellar. I'm rushing because I want to play spanking games again. I don't just want that, I want to eat your Sunday dinners, I want to cook you my favourite curry. I want to get to know every bit of you. Maria, it's a bit early I know but I want to marry you."

"But you said you wanted to go home."

"Bloody hell girl I think my exact words were, I want to make a round trip, call in at home and pick up my scaffold tower. I'm too fucking old to do roof work off ladders. And Marie darling, round trips always end up where you started from!"

"Oh" she said, a little shame faced. "I didn't listen properly did I."

"Perhaps I didn't make it clear, I want you to come with me so I can introduce you to the rudest old tart in the world. She is my next-door neighbour, Chaz's wife. You have bigger tits than her and she is going to be so pissed about that."

"I want to take you, Chaz and Ally to my local for a meal, they are looking after my house and I think I need to keep them sweet. I'm hoping I'm going to need someone I trust to watch it while I'm not living there. I've got plans to live with this old tart I know who likes my cock, likes to smack my bum and has the very best tits I've ever seen."

"Then after, have a pint or two with all my mates so they can ogle you, then they can go home and have a wank thinking about the tits that I intend spending the rest of my life playing with.

Why do women cry more when they are happy than when they are sad?

Maria spent the next half hour telling me she had spent the last 30 years wondering why Mike played all his games away from home. I wondered why he didn't want to fuck me. But I knew he was getting sex somewhere else.

"What I didn't know, he wanted something I didn't have to give him, a cock! The queer bastard, he used me to validate himself in front of you guys at the club and other groups of men. I fuckin hate the bastard Trevor, I hate him. He has turned me from a happy-go-lucky, girl with big boobs and a wet puss who loved to play the innocent bimbo and get felt up, He turned me into a neurotic bitch who is scared. Scared of every fuckin thing, scared to try, scared to learn, scared of being me. You're giving yourself some hard work re-educating me."

I've already stated love. You know how to say fuckin properly now. Now be a good girl roll over and let me stab your chocolate starfish with my lady pleaser. It's the law these days. You must put it up the girls' wrongun before you can propose to her.

Maria didn't say a word before she opened a draw in her bedside table pulled out a big fat dildo and giggled. Looked straight at me and said I'm just kissing it goodbye, popped the big bell end in her mouth and gave it a few seconds of fellatio. She threw it to the other side of the room and said I wonder if a charity shop will take it and pulled out a big bottle of lube. Come on then Terry the Tripod don't like to leave a girl waiting."

I must be getting better at this empathic male business. I thought I'd give her a good snog, give her tits a squeeze and lick the slit to warm her up a bit. But when I asked her for the lube, she was still rigid.

Now as I have said I'm a big lad and thinking back it took a long time to and a lot of patience, playing with lots of little dildos, then increasing the size to get my Kay ready to take my best mate up the bum as she used to put it. We did it slow, it worked, we both enjoyed it.

Who had Maria practiced with. Not gay Mike, that's for sure he was so small he kept his underpants on in the rugby club showers. I pulled her in close and gave her a squeeze.

"So, you like it up the bum then Maria."

"Yes, are you going to do it?"

"Yes, but not today sweetheart."

"Why not?"

"Because I am falling head over heels in love with you, you barmy bitch!"

Her lip quivered a bit.

"Look honey, don't cry again, you'll de-hydrate, dry up and blow away if you lose any more fluid."

I'd turned her round and was holding her facing me. I had a hand under her chin holding her head, she was desperately trying to look away.

"Don't tell me lies Maria. The only thing that's ever been up your bum was the school nurse's thermometer. I'm not Mike, I'm me and I want us to have a future not a me, now.

"How did you know? "

"Because you're a piss-poor actress. Because everything about you said no even when your mouth said yes but most of all because I am beginning to understand you."

"I want to do something for you, not for me, not for us but just for you. I was a stupid bitch yesterday and I want to say I'm sorry."

"Well for now I'm just going to have to put it where nature intended it to go or you giving me another one of your world class blow jobs.

She grinned "No, I won't." Maria lay on her back, "pass me that lube!" She lathered her titties in it; silicone was running everywhere. Pop it in here big boy and fuck momma's titties."

I'd dreamed about getting a tit wank for years. My wife Kay bless her tried but she simply didn't have enough. When Maria squeezed her very ample boobies around my cock and all I could see was my cockhead peeping out I nearly came there and then.

Watching my nob bury then thrust through I did cum in just a few minutes. As my cum splatted onto Maria's face, she tried to catch as much as she could and greedily swallowed it. Then she reached as much as she could with her tongue finally wiping it up with her fingers and licking them clean.

All the time she was giggling and had her genuine happy face on. I had rolled off her and slid my arm to pillow her head. She became aware I was staring at her and hadn't rolled over to go to sleep she asked me why I was watching her.

I tried my best to explain. Earlier this week she met me looking like an artic explorer. Then, when I got her central heating up and running, at first, she dressed in clothes that she must have selected to make her look a frump. It didn't work; it didn't work because anyone with half an eye could see under the baggy old sloppy jo and joggers there was a real smoking hot MILF. I wanted her and I'm still pretty sure she wanted me. So, I kissed her, I romanced her, we fucked, she sucked, I licked and kissed her petals a thousand times. And then we started to fall in love.

Then we found her aunties dark secret. I think we found a couple of other dark secrets as well. We had a fucking stupid row, I'll come back to that, then Maria happily debased herself to give me something she thought I wanted. Frankly she couldn't give me that without bleeding to death, I do want to have her up her Cadbury crescent, but I'll happily delay having her bum until she was ready for me

Then, when I put her on the spot, she gave me something I have always wanted, and I don't mean the fucking tit wank. She enjoyed giving it me as much as I enjoyed getting it. I gave myself to you in the Dungeon, you gave yourself to me just now. We haven't said "I do yet, but we just got married girl. What have you got to say about that?"

"Are we an item? "

"I don't know for sure until you tell me, but I want to be an item."

"Ohh so do I Terry."

I think we have a problem.

No don't say that, Terry."

"Don't worry flower it's only a problem if we don't talk about it and plan around it."

"What is it"

"You know Maria, I want you to be my mistress."

"I know".

"Come on Maria. This is supposed to be us talking, I think I can here a but, it's got to be a hundred miles away though because I can't hear what the but is."

"I want you to be my master."

"Ahh good, hooray we are talking now. Do you want me to tie you up, whip your tits and fuck you up the arse seven days a week."

Maria gave me a silly yes please smile.

"Really".

"No, I don't suppose so, I don't want the twins whipping, I'd rather you kiss them".

Then how about two days a week, two days a week you spend on your knees sucking my nob with your chocolate starfish gaping and the cheeks of your arse spanked scarlet, not because your bad, just because I want to.

Maria clenched her knees together and shuddered slightly.

"I've got another problem."

"Have you love".

"I don't know what to do, I read about the spanking game in Auntie Marie's diary, and we never even got that far."

"Then I suggest you use the Mistress's book for bedtime reading Marie darling".

"I'll never sleep!"

"Oh, lucky me!"

"Can I get up now"? Marie had finally realised I was holding her down on the bed.

"No, it's my day today I said extracting a shriek by pinching her nipple with my free hand. You said you made my poor wife cum by spanking her muff."

"Yes, but Kay's puss was shaved Terry,"

"And you think that's a problem? "

It's very easy to hogtie a girl with two dressing gown chords. Then you can then take as much time as you like collecting hair scissors a razor, a brand new super sharp blade. Pinch a bit of her favourite perfume, she will thank you for that when the sting dies away. A couple of nice fluffy towels and while you are having her best French perfume away take her best moisturiser to sooth it after you have ruined it. It'seasy to pluck any stray hairs from around her brownie while she is calling you all the names under the sun, but still unable to move anything other than a finger or toe.

I had noticed a bolt hole with a captive nut inside on each bed leg. Somewhere in this house I'm sure I would find some ring bolts that were just the right length for these. I wouldn't be surprised if there were some nice soft oiled hemp ropes around as well; so I went to the place I thought I'd find them. Maria was squealing her head off upstairs, but it wasn't angry squealing her nipples were her sexual thermometer. Around about now, they said she was simmering nicely.

I had decided as Aunt Marie who was far more experienced in these things had decided the side room was not for a mere male, I would not venture in there. As I entered the permissible door, just inside there was a picture on the wall that Maria had obviously hung.

I'd not seen it before; it must have been Aunt Marie at the age we were now. She was dressed in pretty much the same way as Maria was when she beat my arse with the paddle. I rubbed my bum and in my imagination Marie smiled. I did a little mock bow and said thank-you mistress.

In my head I heard a distinct "I'm not your mistress boy". I looked up from my mock bow. There was defiantly a smile there. I heard the voice again. In the big oak cupboard at the back. "Don't take the cuffs, rope looks so much better on a girl. Take the red, it will look so good on my Maria."

I moved away to the back of the room. There was a cupboard, it had a lock on the door, but the key was in it. At the very front of the cupboard, at my eye level there were four half inch diameter ring bolts about perfect length for the bed legs. This was getting a little spooky.

Other than that, there was nothing in the cupboard but rope. Hemp rope, miles of it. Some died red, some died black some natural colour. I took 4 hanks. "Take more boy, don't skimp. Trust me, the more you take, the more she will love you. Take as much as you can carry and bind your souls together forever. Take a gag, she will look so good with a big black ball gag in her mouth, she has perfect ball gag lips."

I thought to myself, we are half a mile out of the village, no one will hear a word.

"Not to keep her quiet you idiot. It keeps the bubbles in the champagne boy."

I looked round but couldn't see the photo from here.

"Don't worry, trust me! Look after my child and I will look after you Terry the Tripod."

The voice moved away from me; I could hear her happy laughter fading

When I got back to the bedroom Maria was not quite where I had left her still on the bed, but she had moved around a bit and was doing her best to find something to rub herself off on.

She had managed to ball up some of her aunt's old candlewick counterpane in a way aunty would not have approved of, at least while playing submissive.

She was close to cresting. I rolled her onto her side to stop her frotting her way to an orgasm. She had for today and tonight at least to earn them from me.

"Nooooooo please I need it."

"You may well need it slut! But you ain't getting it. Not till you earn it from your master!"

"Fuck off! Arrghhhhhhh."

I slapped her arse six times, pretty much as hard as a I could.

"Nooooo please master no more."

"So you think six play taps is enough punishment for telling your master to fuck off." I gave her 3 more.

"Nooo please, no more, no more it hurts too much. Look at this. I drew my forefinger across her slit. It was dripping.

"Please more" she moaned, who am I to argue.

Six more slaps landed not quite so heavily on that lovely big bottom.

"Ohhhhh! No more spanks, please, no more Master.

"Please, touch me."

I touched my finger on the end of her nose.

"Noooo. I want your cock."

"Make your mind up slut. Do you want my cock, my touch or my hand on your bum."

"Your cock, please give me your cock master."

I held her by a good handful of her hair. Thick silky jet-black hair. Today she had it in a French plat. It made a great handle to force her mouth onto my cock. "Like this slut, is this how you want my cock." It didn't take long, I knew it wouldn't. In seconds I was pumping thick strings of cum down her throat. "Don't you fucking dare spill a drop slut." I didn't have to threaten her or even tell her a thing. She sucked every drop I had for now and swallowed the lot.

It was time to stretch her out. I was going to make her cum, cum and cum again tonight. But I was going to stretch it out. I showed her the gag first.

"Don't you fucking dare she screamed. Not that fucker it will dislocate my jaw."

I offered it to her, and she clamped her mouth shut. I grabbed one of her thick rubbery teats, pinched it hard, then twisted. She squealed again with the pain, in doing so opened for me to pop the ball in easily.

It was on a latex strap. The elasticity of the strap allowed me to pull it fully into her mouth. The black of the latex ball and strap made a very sexy contrast to her crimson lip-gloss.

The last thing she said clearly before I gaged her was you bastard. I held her tight, one arm around her waist, the other cupping her gorgeous right tit, my thumb and for-finger pinching her nipple, she moaned into the gag. A ball gag doesn't silence a woman, it does however turn her speech into unintelligible noise.

I am going to stripe you arse with the cane for that girl I whispered in her ear. Your round trip tomorrow is going to be very uncomfortable sitting on the hard seat of my van.

I had decided, or perhaps someone or thing had suggested I tie her standing rather than on the bed. I had never attempted any rope work other than knots I'd learned as a boy scout. To be very honest here I had never even got my knots badge. I was thrown out of the scouts for making improper advances to the girl guide leader's assistant. The poor girl was thrown out of the guides as well; it wasn't her who complained. She was rather happy to be going out with the rising star of the school rugby team. It was that bitch "Brown Owl" who fucked it up for both of us.

Anyway, I managed to get my very over-excited big titted floozie upright. By untangling the dressing gown belts. I looped one of the ropes over her wrists wrapped four times then box hitched the loops to hold her wrists tight, but not so tight and restrictive as to stop blood flow.

Separating the two halves of rope I crisscrossed them up her arms to her elbows. I was very pleased to find I could gradually tighten these ropes until her elbows were nearly touching.

It had the very pleasing erect, for me at least, of pulling her big tits outward and upwards. I saw no alternative. I had to make a rope harness to squeeze and lift these further. At this point I could resist no longer.

I had to have a good chew and a suck on her nipples. She was mewing and trying to plead behind the gag. It made no difference, I was adamant. I had her arms tied I had her tits tied. She looked fucking awesome, I'd never even tried rope bondage before, I just instinctively knew how to do it. It was almost as if I was getting ongoing instruction from an expert. I thought I could still hear that musical laugh, like I said, spooky,

She was lifting one leg then the other to try to squeeze out her own orgasm, strictly a no-no today. I have no experience of this; I had never tried to stop a woman getting off before. I had only ever concentrated on the opposite.

Someone, something was telling me to stop her. I took another rope. Turned it back halfway again, formed a loop, and lifted her feet into the loop. Then slid it back slightly so the loop went around the arches of both feet. Made three turns with each end of the rope. I block-hitched those turns together then made four turns above her ankles and block hitched again with each end of the rope and block-hitched those. Just to be a real bastard I tickled her toes and feet. When she let a little bit of pee out I figured I better get on with it.

This was beginning to look very good. I got my phone out and began taking photos at this point. I did the same zigzag job with the leg ropes as I had with Maria's arms. I ran out of rope at her knees, so I took two more lengths and block hitched above and below her knees and around her thighs. I wanted to taste her fanny now. Not to get her off I wanted to tease her, but I couldn't get to her sex with my tongue. Fingers yes just about but that wasn't right.

The light in the bedroom was originally a four-candle holder affair hanging on a stout chain, I just hoped the chain was firmly fixed in the ceiling joists. I threw a rope over two of the arms and tied it into her wrist roping. Pulling on the rope had the desired effect of lifting her arms and forcing her to bend at the hips. I was worried, if she toppled over her arms would be put under intolerable stress.

I don't want to hurt her, well, I do but I want to control that, she may have a very sore bottom tomorrow, but not dislocated shoulders. The solution was easy, another rope, it went over the light fitting arms again, but I tied this to the back of her tit harness by adjusting these two ropes I soon had her fanny on open display. Fuck me it looked sweet.

With her arms high above her, she was very stressed and would be a bit stiff in the morning but nowhere near as stiff as I was now. I was going to ruin that dripping pussy soon enough but first I had to lick it. It was calling to me, I could smell her sex in the room, her bare fanny wasn't dripping, it was running.

I spent a good half hour licking and teasing. One of the crops I had brought up with me from the cellar had a diamond of black leather on the end. When I applied it to her dripping twat she shrieked through the gag. She shrieked a dozen times. Before I finished with it. I interspersed the crop with my tongue and fingers. Tugging on her lips and clitoris. Never quite enough to let her crest.

I'm going to leave you here to suffer for me. I think I'll go up to the pub for a pint. I left her crying. I had no intention of leaving the house, I was heading for the cellar to find the cane the voice in my head told me was there.

When I got to the cellar the cane was lying on top of the row of draws at the front of the dungeon. Under Aunties picture. There were also 3 clover clamps each with a black teardrop weight of about half a pound.

I had left the door open. Maria was sobbing into the gag. I rather cruelly announced my presence with another swat on her puss with the diamond tipped crop. Maria shrieked again. I took out the gag.

"Ohh God please, please."

"Please what slut."

"Please make me cum."

"Not yet. I have to punish you."

"Why."

"You called me a bastard."

"I'm sorry master please have mercy on your slut. I'll be a very good slut I promise."

I think maybe you haven't told me the truth about Aunty Marie.

Ohh that's not my fault. She made me.

"It's true, I did you cannot punish her for that."

The bedroom picture of Marie actually spoke to me this time. I heard it clearly and Maria said thank-you Aunty.

Aunty Marie went on. You need to take care of this one now. I think you have simmered her to perfection. Bring her to the boil with the clamps and cane then give her the fucking she desperately needs. The poor girl has a lot of lost time to make up.

Maria cried out as I attached the clover clamps to her nipples. She shrieked for the last time that night as I fastened the third to her clit.

Maria was very calm and collected for the first 8 strokes with the cane thanking me in what I assumed to be good dungeon etiquette. The last 4 drew a somewhat more ragged response. But each stroke was counted, and she chanted thank you, master as I delivered each one.

When I had delivered the last one, and the debt was paid, she pleaded. Please fuck me now master. Use your slut for your pleasure. I didn't need asking twice. As I dropped my pants Aunty Marie wolf whistled. Oh, you lucky girl. You have gone from a Sunday League reserve to an international star in one easy move there my little one. Terry the Tripod indeed.

I didn't last long; Maria didn't need me to: she growled when I speared her clam. She roared when she came a dozen strokes later. I didn't untie her; I cut her out of the rope with a pair of bandage scissors that appeared out of nowhere.

When I woke in the morning Maria was holding on to me like I was her lifeline. Her face was buried in my chest one arm under my head the other under my arm and her fingers laced together behind my back.

She had her legs wrapped around mine and her feet locked. She was in such a deep sleep I managed to "undress" her arms from around my head and neck without waking her. That let me sit up in bed.

"Good morning, Terry the Tripod!"

"Shhh, she is still asleep!"

"Oh yes, I know, I am keeping her asleep. I think I need to explain.

You will be able to undress her from your legs if you want to go downstairs and get a coffee. As I did so she reached out to me, but her arm captured my pillow and my smell on that kept here happy for a while.

As I covered her with the duvet I couldn't help thinking of the words of the Travis Tritt version of the song Bible Belt. Fast talkin' and good lookin' with a body that was made for sin. Marie wasn't fast talking. She had a slow innocence about her chatter but as far as I was concerned the rest was spot on.

When I got to the kitchen a new portrait of Auntie Marie had appeared. "I'm very puzzled I said as I started to make my coffee. Make me one please, I can't drink it yet, but I can smell it so I made two coffees one for me and one for a picture.

"I suppose you want to know who I am," said, Auntie Marie. "The truth is I just don't know. I'm a spirit who can inhabit a body and be that form. I have inhabited several, I always look like this.

Maria! I still don't know what I did there. I found a baby in a car crash. An adult male and female with her, the man was dead, the female clinging on to life, but I knew it was hopeless for her. The baby was dying as well. I didn't exactly inhabit Maree, I took her mother's essence and made her me, and I took Maria with me.

I did something with her, again I'm not sure what but I did it to save her. Now, Maria has grown into me or something like me in looks at least. Some tastes, we both like nice things. Silk knickers, latex, corsets, heels. Things we can parade and pose in.

We are nothing like each other in bed, we are polar opposites. For her sex is a bedroom sport.

Last night, I can promise you was the best sex she has ever had by a long long way. But the bondage and play rape ended up with her, getting her arse screwed off by her master in bed, didn't it.

For me, sex is a dungeon activity. I need to take, I need to control I feed from your pain, I did feed from your pain. It was me who whipped your arse in the dungeon. Poor Maria lent me her body to do it. She thought I was going to drive you away. Poor girl. I let her down once. She has forgiven me, but once complete trust is broken it can never mend."

"How did you let her down."

"I was rather selfishly looking after myself and I let her get married to a complete wanker."

"Mike?"

"Yes."

"Isn't that partly her own fault."

"No not really. I've made hundreds of mistakes with my baby. The big one is I didn't let her make her own choices. Mike was the first time I let her pick anything."

"Ohh"

"Yes Oohh."

"My fault you see, I didn't prepare her, hell of a harlot, shit mother."

I sent her to boarding school. The other girls were awful to her so I got her a tutor and educated her at home, so she didn't mix. She wanted to go back to school. I let her, she made her best friend at school. She is nice girl but a dominant bisexual. I think you know her; she married that tall blond rather sexy friend of yours I believe."

"Ohh Julie Vardy."

That's the girl, she was Julie Featherstone. Still Maria's best friend but she didn't open her experiences too much.

"Look you sort of know everything now. I've got to go; my new body is nearly ready. Poor girl died in a car accident while you were battering my poor daughter's kidneys. I'm going to cause some poor undertaker some serious grief, but I'll show the poor girl a good time for a couple of hundred years.

Oh, one more thing before I go."

"Yes Aunty."

"Marie laughed. I think Maria is immortal, just like her mummy. That probably means you as her consort are going to live 200 years or more. You need to think about how you're going to explain that to friends. Then when you decide you can start moving out of people's lives before the really awkward questions come up.

Oh, and tell Little Miss Sticky Knickers upstairs, I'll be back before you both know it.

One more thing then I really will go. Thank you. Thank you for taking my daughter. That sounds as though you are getting something a bit broken. You're not, you, Terry the Tripod, are getting first prize in life's lottery.

Thank you for being open minded enough not to go bat shit crazy went you found out about me. And don't worry about getting yours in the dungeon. My daughter and I together will take care of you

And thank you for the energy I took from you when your bum was getting the best I could get my bimbo daughter to give out. You saved me, I'll explain someday and thank both of you for the energy I stole last night. You made today possible for me."

The picture faded and disappeared altogether. I felt her voice in my head.

"Keep her calm and make her a coffee. And take her to meet your friends. I've put some clothes out for her. Make her wear them and please for fuck's sake burn all her joggers and sloppy joes. Make her dress like a tart Terry, it suits her so well."

I was digesting Marie's revelations and finishing the last of my cold coffee. I'd already started a fresh one for me, so I got another mug and got the milk ready for Maria's cappuccino as soon as I heard the floorboards creak. She came down the stairs and waited at the door and waited. I got up and opened the door to the stairway. She was half a step from tears.

"I know mum has gone." That started it, boo-hoo-hoo I gave her my hanky. Maria isn't a good crier. She drops her head; her tears ran down her nose and drip off the end.

"She is coming back." She told me. "Soon."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I don't think we are ever going to be without her."

"I thought you had gone too. That was worse. Mum always comes to pick me up when I fall over. I thought you had gone. I'm useless Terry I always fall over."

"Then I'm going to get good at picking you up cos from now on it's going to be me who picks you up." Tears and snot were mixing on the end of her nose and dripping down on today's sloppy jo. "Look at me babe." I didn't really give her an alternative. I held her jaw and forced her to look in my eyes. "Give me my hanky back." I wiped her nose and licked her fresh tears away then I kissed her.

"Look I promised your mum I'd burn all these jogging pants and God awful jumpers. You look like a bag lady in them. Go and dress in something more suitable for my best cock hungry sex slave. You're not allowed to wear them anymore. You can bin the Tesco bras as well. I want to see my titties in nice things."

"But my fat nipples stick out."

"Yes! I know, I've got plans for them, big thick gold rings. People will se the outline of the rings and forget about your nips. Look love that's a good thing. Your man is a died in the wool tit man big chewable nipples are quite the best fashion accessory available. Besides yours are easily seen in anything. It looks like you're ashamed of them.

I am. I always wanted the same as everyone else had. Terry, I had these when I was 9 when we went swimming at school if I jumped in, the water jumped out."

"I bet the boys liked them."

"I went to an all-girls school. All the other girls."

"We're as jealous as fuck." I interrupted.

"Anyway, I thought you told me you were my cock slut last night. I want to see as much as public decency will allow."

"Terry!"

"Yes darling."

"Will you tie me up like that again. It's funny I was tired up, I could hardly move my fingers and toes, but I've never felt so free in my life. Please tie me up lots."

"Yes alright my darling cock slut. You burn those awful clothes, and I'll buy ten miles of hemp rope. Just so you know I'd like it if you got rid of that rainforest in your knickers. Trim it a bit once in a while at least love."

"Can I get rid of it completely?"

"Yes."

"Permanently!"

"Yes. But not because I said so. Playing submissive cock slut is OK but I really want a strong partner, not a weedy slave."

"I'm not very strong. I let Mike piss all over me for years."

"You survived that cunt for years. You are a strong girl. But not as strong as me. I grabbed her arm pulled her to me and gave her a great big fuck off hicky on her neck where it was impossible to hide it. Right, come on you lazy bed happy slut. It's time to get this show on the road. We are going to Carno, spending the night at a party for a mate of mine, it's his birthday and it's a good time to show off to everyone and parade my new wench."

"Maria!"

"Yes Terry."

"It's got to be what you want. Don't let me steamroller you."

"I want you; I want you to take me. Over the freezers in Tesco, if that's what you want. I want you to help me have the nerve to be who I want to be. I want you to do something for me in return."

"Yes love. Just ask if I can I will."

"Wear tight pants. You want all the guys ogling my tits, I want all the girls ogling your trouser snake. I want the bitches to see what keeps me happy at night."

When Maria smiles you can turn the lights off, she lights the room up.